Running [h.s.]

fifteen | luna

Luna's fit^ (Just FYI, I know her fashion sense is a little eclectic and out there and it certainly isn't everyone's taste. However I am modeling her style kinda after my style and the clothes I have saved on my Pinterest boards. I also think Harry would be into someone who dresses similar to this, it is kinda like his style but a bit more feminine.)

The chapter y'all have been waiting for... LUNA AND HARRY TIME!! EVERYONE STAY CALM!!

Lmk why I am fangirling over my own book. Like I will deadass write a line and be like "aww he's so cute" as if I literally didn't just make the line up in my head. What is wrong with me lol

Anyways, ENJOY BABIES!

Wednesday, September 16th

When I get home from my classes at 2:30, I rush to get dressed and ready to see Harry. I am buzzing with excitement to see him again and to meet his band. I stayed up all night last night listening to both of his albums, feeling inspired after listening to Falling. I love the classic rock vibe of his self-titled album, it was very reminiscent of Bowie and Prince. However, I felt that my soul connected ever-so-deeply with his second album, Fine Line, as if every song were written from my mind, every lyric plucked straight off of my tongue. I loved the eclectic genre of music from this album, every song sounding different from the last. It was refreshing and made the listening experience so enjoyable. I can't decide which album I like better, this man is so incredibly gifted.

I decided to throw on an outfit that was fashion-forward but also comfortable. I didn't want to look like I tried too hard, but at the same time, I was going to be meeting literal rock stars. Out of respect for the band, I want to look presentable.

By 3:00, I begin to worry that Harry forgot about our plans, as I haven't heard from him all day. I start to feel silly for getting all dressed up and putting on makeup. Just as the worry sinks in my stomach, I see his name flash across my screen. I try and calm the butterflies I feel emerge in my stomach before I answer the phone, but it is an impossible task.